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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428953" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>6th April 1651 L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!<br>A name which all the rest doth comprehend;<br>How happy are we now, whose sols are grown,<br>By an incomparable mixture, One:<br>Whose well acquainted minds are not as neare<br>As Love, or vows, or secrets can endeare.<br>I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd,<br>Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd.<br>Thy heart locks up my secrets richly set,<br>And my breast is thy private cabinet.<br>Thou shedst no teare but what but what my moisture lent,<br>And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent.<br>United thus, what horrour can appeare<br>Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our feare?<br>Let the dull world alone to talk and fight<br>And with their vast ambitions nature fright;<br>Let them despise so innocent a flame,<br>While Envy, pride, and faction play their game:<br>But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise,<br>To pitty Kings, and Conquerours despise,<br>Since we that sacred union have engrost,<br>Which they and all the sullen world have lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katherine+Philips">Katherine Philips</a><div class=q>
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A name which all the rest doth comprehend;
How happy are we now, whose sols are grown,
By an incomparable mixture, One:
Whose well acquainted minds are not as neare
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